Things I hated as a kid:Cap'n Crunch mouth - the raw flesh that was the roof of your mouth after you ate a heaping bowl of what amounted to sugar-coated rock cereal.
Foot trauma - the enevitable consequences of running around with no shoes on. Stubbed toe, bee stings (the little fuckers hid in the clover) or dog poop. What a price to pay.
Bitch slapped by a pool - I don't mean getting slapped by someone near a pool, I mean the pool taking its revenge for all the times kids peed in it...I really thought doing a "cannonball" was a good idea at the time.
Splinters - whether it was in my hand or my butt, it ALWAYS sucked.
Bactine - talk about pain. I would go running home with a skinned knee seeking comfort and sympathy. Instead my open wounds were sprayed with acid in a can.
Skinned knees - have you ever known anything to itch SO FUCKING BAD?
Posion Ivy - "watch out for the three leaves" yeah, right. They all had three leaves to me. Ok, maybe that itched as bad as the knee...
The dr's office - that smell of alcohol and panicked children still haunts me.
And last but not least...
Swimmers toe - I don't know if that is what it is called but there has to be a name for the wrinkled, skinned up toes that you did not ENTER the pool with.